Eminem - BET Shady 2.0 Cypher Lyrics
[Intro: eminem]Welcome to detroitThis is the bet shady 2.0 cypher, 2011Myself, slaughterhouse, and yelawolfWhite dog, get em![Verse 1: yelawolf]Put these mutha****as in a box and I send em awayPut em in a gray 'lac and pop the trunkAnd throw em in the back, jackHa, dig em a gravePut a brick inside that? when I put em in a pageMoving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cageI throw up the a, I take em to school, I give them a gradeAn easy e for effort, that's the wwaWhite with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plateAll I got is z's they sleepin' on me, I can't get em awakeI spoon feed em? room full of deceiversBelieve I'm making it rainCause all they see is the cloudsAnd I watch from the couch of the vip like a potatoA bunch of meatheads, like **** it, I'll just feed em a cowPlenty of white boys to pick from this yearBut before you pick a pepperYou better pick up your heaterCause even peter piper could pick up a micBut what it's like to pick a fight with me is like putting nikes on a cheetahI speed up, released in my? adidasI'm out this ****, drinking sprite by the 2 liter[Verse 2: joe budden]Say I'm from the new schoolI'mma say check your tone and watch your mouthIf they teaching how to dougie, then I'm condoning dropping outForced to wild, y'all birthed me then gave me upI just perfected being hip-hop's foster childNow check it: don't blame y'all for being trash fans of coppin' itRadio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostagesIn my youth I'd throw shots, the fads was dodging itI'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging itYou see that 4-headed monster in the storm loomsSnipe em from a distance: the scope got a long zoomYou super mario thugs is in the wrong roomGotta figure over here, you won't get bigger if you on shroomsIf it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be aboutI done took the wine out of amy houseEnough raps from you scrub cats bout *****in' a snub backWayne couldn't teach me how to love thatBut I have this **** from uptown, she my summer bunnyBoth parents broke, but she come from moneyThink my bread is her paper to burnSo I lock her out, and now she doubt david is sternShe's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxiThen dead her in the holiday inn, learned that from max bThat's why haters of envy, kind wanna send me llamasI made it right before their eyes like I was BenihanasIs it me, or is what I'm hearing just pitiful?Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typicalMy skin's thick, so the critics ignore itSo unafraid to die, you'd think I did it beforeThe boys robbin with the trash talkMagic or Walt with the black ballWay I bounce off the asphault with cat pawsGlass jaw, hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passportBody be found in a mansion in one of my trap doorsIf punks had award your status whores categoreProbably be that of awards between michael rappaport and kenny latimoreI know hip hop's alive and wellIf it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell[Verse 3: crooked I]I squad a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is tickinI caught him slippin', I gotta give a shotI hit him with proper spittinHottest writtens and compositionsSo competition's a contradiction, somebody mention they got a crookedHolly? we probably different, got gotti henchmenOpposition, I'll body quick as bugatti enginesI'm on a mission to get richerThe sickest lyric kickin diggin a ditchWeak lyricists get disfigured, sip liquorSpit like a sick mixture of notorious, pun, and lGet the big picture?The poster, I'll roast yaMy mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holsterIt's over, control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed toFlow is going postal evenOpen season, heart close to freezin'Ruthless is easyApproach, I'm squeezin' ****a, believe meDopest west coaster breathin'So most ya hope I'm vegan, nope I'm beefinRappers need to keep it trillGive me a beat to kill, too many people still eatin' sleepin' pillsPeople sleepin' on my ether skillsAy, y'all ain't even realYou bout to die in this cypherBefore you die, you should do the jada and leave a will[Verse 4: joell ortiz]I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rapBefore this, I was moving crackKillers y'all become when y'all rhyme I salute and dapAnd if I blink then remove your snapsYou ain't cool, you whack with your foolish actSkinny jeans don't mean yo ass shoot, it means your booty clapsDon't play like tyler perryThis the slaughterhouse of painFlow brown, tight, and heavyWhen it come to 16s, I'm a feignSeen in the studio near a needle with a mean leanProbably writing bars to Nas' Thief Theme. gettin my YAOWA onMan, all these olajuwons, we the dream teamThis is an all day slaughterThey feigning for us to break like beyonce's waterThe four quarters doing all the eatingAnd ya'll gotta know why I made the cut, I'm puerto ricanOrtiz keep they fire readyAnd trying to put me out's like trying to steal a transvestite from eddie[Verse 5: royce da 5'9"]I'm do or die dope and you can make the sticker sittinOn the door of that phantom, your suicide noteHi rihanna... is nicki living with you?Let me know so I can buy binoculars and telescopesHi rihanna... I don't need to know you betterYou tell me you love my music again, we go togetherBye rihanna... now back to y'all foolsWe rock out like the outside of a guitar schoolThousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world throughDon't ask me nothing about budden, I beat my girl tooYou ask me why I keep her, I say it's cheaper toThat's why I ride around in a rolls like wiz khalifa doRappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as thisYou don't kill, but your father will like jayden smithI tell you like I tell my spanish chickYou fly, but I ain't going down on no landing stripSo get your wax on like daniel sanOr I'mma have to run like de la hoya in drag when cameras comePoint out the greatest rapper alive.I head-shot himSmack his girl on the butt and buy her some Red BottomBring every deceased rapper back to see his wifeWhile I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica Alba, via SkypeI'm on my D-Boy/Deebo thing, spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo GreenGet out the camera with you b-roll bling.Your flow is wack.We cornered the market like a Walmart in a cul-de-sacYeah, this what 2 million albums sold, and an album that's goldLook like without having to sell your soulNickle![Verse 6: eminem]Wait, can I rap?Lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal subliminalIn your swimming poolYou about to see peace destroyedIt'll never be restoredWhen I unleash these beastly hordes on your cd storesWanna stop it? you gon' need a priests, at least three swordsA "License to iLL" from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boardsA squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's forOr the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floorsEat a hole in a rhyme book, do you see these horns?And as for me you ask when I'm gone "will he be mourned?"Is puke luke warm? should Casey Anthony do porn?Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn,smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?Can she duct tape and velcro a fetus?Joell yo, tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell-toed AdidasSo I can put these babies in the fetal position, they gettin' elbows to the penisYeah big dealI took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his firggin big kids mealQuit tryna bite me and pinch me you wench, sit stillDid you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windsheild! ?Is it dust we bout to kick up?Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cupBetween his stick shift in his friggin' pickupAnd drink like a hick redneck hill billy will til he gets hiccups! ?Flippin' the script up like Mike Vick gettin' his junk bit by a pit,Yup, I'mma sick pupI'd be a horrible magician, cause I'll **** a trick upFix your lips up to say somethin' fly, or zip upA. B, lets C, you said you were gonna do x-y-zTill you **** around and get dropped like an "E"When you add an i-n-gDo put a "K" in front of that though, when I'm.C.I'm not the king of the microphone boo, it's more like a phone boothSuperman in this ****, Kryptonite won't doIt gives me more power, I bump the Fat BoysAnd eat rat poison, take meteor showersFresh outta the mental hospitalAnd me not flossin' a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'llBe like Nas doin' gospel or rn'byou crazy?Me pushin' them daises?that thought is impossibleIs it flashin' across the news, "Posdnuos was caught with a prostituteWith a huge johnson, *****s, and a monstrous tube of lubeAnd a bra, some boots, some panties, in a aqua blue MazdaSwallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil poolSo kill the rumors it ain't happenin',I'ma rap till I'm fossil fuel
